A little hazing

When Mary came over to my tent, she wasted no time reaching into my coolers and pulling out a couple beers like she was in charge. “Oh my god, you would drink Coors. Whatever, it works.” She spoke with this tone that I was never quite sure if she was being mean or not, and the syrupy sweet accent didn’t do much to help things either.

While I was nothing more than a bystander, Mary went to work playing catch-up, stealing my keys off me, reaching down into my left pocket to use them to pierce the cans. Twirling the key ring around her finger, she smiled a devilish grin and scrunched her nose. “Such a gentleman. My roomie dropped me off so I didn’t bring any of my own.” Her soft lips were inches away, so close I could smell her fruity balm, before she turned away to start chugging.

Bending over to get in position, she stretched every inch of those daisy dukes, giving me a look at her ass cheeks sticking out the bottom and the tiniest hint of her black thong, the crotch of her jean shorts thinner than the panties underneath. I snapped a few photos, not realizing the sound was still on until the familiar shutter of the camera app played.

Of course, drunk off my ass I felt no shame, but what surprised me was Mary didn’t either. In fact she actually turned to face me and winked, like this was a planned photoshoot and not a total pervert move. “Airdrop those to me later.” said my blonde accomplice, before returning to her ****.

Like Jesus after 40 days and 40 nights, Mary swallowed two cans like nothing, ignoring the slight spray hitting her in the face and the drips pouring down her mouth. When she stood up, the light yellow liquid dribbled the long journey down her slender legs. It’s like everything she did made her look even hotter without fail.

As it was her first tailgate, I thought it remiss if I didn’t haze her a little, just like had happened to me and just about every person on campus who showed up to tailgate as a freshman. She’d already gotten a little handsy with me earlier so I thought I could return the favor. “Hey you got a little something on your face let me get that.” I told Mary, picking up the bottom of her red shirt and bringing it to her face. Rolling her eyes in a playful manner, she sighed and let me ‘help her out’.

In a flash I yanked the front of the shirt over her head, covering her face and exposing Mary’s braless white tank underneath. It wasn’t much of a chest, but her tiny tits were still cute enough to dive in for a taste.

Caught off guard, Mary tried to put up a fight while blind before coming to her senses. “Hey! What do you think you’re- ohh. Mm. Fucker...” She went from anger and confusion to pleasure and acceptance, actually pulling my head in closer as I sucked her tits through the thin fabric.

I could tell she was starting to feel the first couple beers as I moved her body back to the table, resting her gently on top of it as I stepped back and brought her shirt back down. She had angry eyes, but her mouth was trying so hard not to smile and show me how much she really enjoyed it. “I think I got it.” I told Mary with a smirk, rubbing my hands gently up and down her smooth legs.

Being the daughter of our school’s president, Mary never expected to be treated like this by anyone on campus, lest they face the wrath of her daddy. But she could tell I had no fucking clue about any of that right now, and she actually found that pretty hot. “Yeah? Well I’m still catching up, so I’m gonna be making another mess soon.”